As You Sleep
by Darren Stone

Tonight the moon makes sense again.

Tomorrow's Lantern
lighting your sleep,
and lighting a familiar path as well.
Bolts of new cloth and swatches of old,
I had prepared in such a way to dim the glow.
Alas, no match for Cupid’s moon.

I am careful not to wake you.
For I am breathing like a freight train,
and dizzy from your spell;
my noisy head falling on the pillow
like a dozen years and a dozen boxes,
tumbling down an old man’s stairs.

Tonight the moon makes sense again.
Are you watching, where you sleep?

The bell you heard was just a bell,
and not the pounding of my heart.
The words you heard were, likely, just the wind.
(It sometimes sounds like Love)
The butterfly was not my kiss.

The butterfly was not my kiss.


I fear tonight, more so than ever,
Dawn will turn too early -
before I have the chance to drift into dream,
and bring you this evening’s special moon.
For already you have made the leap -

Keep fast, my love.
I am only a moment away.